This is what happens when I watch too many of those disturbing food and agriculture documentaries circulating on Netflix (hey, it's better viewing material than all that blur of Jennifer Aniston and Sarah Jessica Parker rom-com crapola they've got on there). Combine that with my love of vintage wacky packages, and this is what came out of me. Anyway, I find it laughable that certain poultry processing giants claim their chickens are raised on "family farms", roaming freely across verdant fields, clucking and happy in the sunshine while rosy-cheeked Farmer Joe gazes lovingly over his flock. Uh, no. Medium: Ink on paper, digital paint. Thanks Viper!
Update: A few of my readers have asked me why I don't post as much celeb satire here as I used to. It was a LOT of work to keep up with the current trashy gossip and crank out so many weekly posts. It began to drain me and I suffered massive burn out. Those mind-numbing Kardashians and Lohans can really do a number on you if you aren't careful. These days, I still find the occasional inspiration in a paparazzi photo or a silly news story over at Dlisted, but I'd rather just be an artist and draw whatever I feel like drawing on any given day. One day I might wake up and decide to work on my deck of playing cards - another day I might be in the mood to paint Madonna (currently in process) or Karl Lagerfeld (swoon), or I might visit a grocery store and see some confounding new chemical food-type thing and want to draw that. Thanks for reading my blog!